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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.