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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.