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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Shoche,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.