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 Oman 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.