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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.