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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.