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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.