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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.