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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Skriet,
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.