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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.