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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.