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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Wings,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.