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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.