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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.