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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Mojo Men to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Can,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.