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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.