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 Mali and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.