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 Gambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.