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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.