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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.