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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 clarinet 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.