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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Liliput,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.