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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.