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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 DJ Sneak to the rock 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.