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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.