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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.