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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Pole,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.