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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.