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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.