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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.