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 Seychelles 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Urselle,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.