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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.