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 Argentina 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Ten City to the grunge 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.