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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.