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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.