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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Wings,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.