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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.