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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.