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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
UT,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.