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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.