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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 The Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
ABC,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.