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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.