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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Scrapy to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.