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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
X-102,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.