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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.