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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Pagans 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.