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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.