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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.