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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
X-102,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.