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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.