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 Uruguay 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Sight & Sound to the rap 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.