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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.