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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.