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 Singapore and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.