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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Fela Kuti to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.