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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel 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?
Intrusion,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.