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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.