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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.