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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.