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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
The Doors,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.