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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.