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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.