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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.