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 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 marimba 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.