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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.