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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Crime,
JFA,
Wings,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.