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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.