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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Zapp,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.