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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.