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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.