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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.