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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.