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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.