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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.