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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.