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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.