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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.