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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.