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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.