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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.