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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Slave,
The Monks,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.