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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
cv313,
Ice-T,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.