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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Deadbeat 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.