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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.