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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Ludus,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.