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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.