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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Hoover,
The Index,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.