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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.