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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.