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 India and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.