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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.