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 Haiti and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.