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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.