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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.