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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
The Residents,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.