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 North and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.