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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.