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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.