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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.