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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Pole,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.