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 China and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Moebius,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.