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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.