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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.