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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.