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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.