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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Index,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.