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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.