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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Smog,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.