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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Index,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.