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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.