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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Lyres,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.