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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.