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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
The Names,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.