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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Can,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.