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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.