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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.