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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
The Move,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.