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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.