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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.