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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.