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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.