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 Egypt 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
ABC,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.