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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.