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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.