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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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?
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.