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 Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.