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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.