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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.