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 Israel 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.