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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.