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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.