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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.