Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.