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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.