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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.