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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Gong,
DNA,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.