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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Black Dice to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.