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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.