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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.