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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.