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 Italy and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Kayak 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.