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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Excepter,
10cc,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.