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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap 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 Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.