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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Sandy B 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.