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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Idris Muhammad to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.