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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.