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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 The Pop Group to the crunk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.