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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Index,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.