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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.