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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.