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 Vanuatu 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.