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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.