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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.