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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.