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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.