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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.