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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.