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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.