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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The Gladiators to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.