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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.