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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.