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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.