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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Panda Bear 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.