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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.