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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.