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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.