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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.