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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 EPMD 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.