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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.