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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Crime,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.