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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.