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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Echospace,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.