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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
ABC,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.