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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.