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 China and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Residents to the grunge 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.