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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.