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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.