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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.