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 Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.