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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Malaria! 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.