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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Moebius,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.