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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.