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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mumbai and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Faust,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Wings,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.