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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.