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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.