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 Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.