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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.