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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.