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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.