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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.