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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.