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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.