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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.