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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.