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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
The Remains,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.