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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.