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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.