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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Terry Callier 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All World's Most 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.