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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.