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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.