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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
June Days,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.