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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.