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 Maldives and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Main Source 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.