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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Skaos,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.