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 Slovakia and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.