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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.