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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.