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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.