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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.