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 Dominica and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Human League to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.