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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.