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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.