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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.