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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Rakim,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.