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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.