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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Hashim,
UT,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.