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 Lesotho and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.