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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.