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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.