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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
UT,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.