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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls 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 techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.