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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Suicide,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.