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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.