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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Liliput,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.