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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.