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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.