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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Index,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.