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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.