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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.