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 Nicaragua 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the rap 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.