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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
UT,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.