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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Faust,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.