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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.