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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.