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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Nico,
MDC,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.