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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.