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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.