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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.