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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Deakin to the rock 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.