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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Urselle,
Mars,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.