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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.