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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.