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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.