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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.