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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.