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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
MDC,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.