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 Germany and from Lille.
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 Paris and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.