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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The New Christs to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.