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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.