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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.