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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 DJ Style 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.