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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.