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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.