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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
The Evens,
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.