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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
The Cure,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.