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 New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Sonics 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.