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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 chamberlin 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.