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 Bangladesh 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.