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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
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ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.