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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.