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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells 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 rap 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.