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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.