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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 X-101 to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.