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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
a-ha,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.