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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.