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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.