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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.