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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.