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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.