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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
10cc,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.