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 Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Moebius,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.