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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Television,
X-101,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.