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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.