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 Andorra 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.