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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.