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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Swans,
The Names,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.