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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.