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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.