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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Can,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.