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 China and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.