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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Ituana,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.