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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The Fall to the dance 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.