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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.