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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Bill Near,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.