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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 clarinet 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.