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 Guinea 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.