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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.