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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.