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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
PIL,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.