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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.