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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.