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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.