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 Botswana and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.