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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.