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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.