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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.