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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.