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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Index,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Franke,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.