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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.