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 Laos 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.