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 Liechtenstein 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.