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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the grime 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Can,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.