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 Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.