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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
ABC,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Inner City,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.