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 Kuwait and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.