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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
PIL,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.