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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.