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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The United States of America to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Index,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.