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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.