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 Somalia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
The Human League,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.