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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 clarinet 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia 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?
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.