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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.