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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Al Stewart to the crunk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.