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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.