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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.