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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Nico,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.