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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Little Man 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.