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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.