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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette 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?
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.