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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Monks,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.