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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Swans,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.