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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.