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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.