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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Can,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.