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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.