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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.