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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.