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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the crunk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
The Move,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.