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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Television,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.