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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 The Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Sparks,
ABC,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.