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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.