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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback 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?
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.