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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.