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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.