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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Suicide,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Move,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.