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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Hoover to the dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.