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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.