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 St Lucia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Rakim to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.