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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.