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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.