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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.