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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Index to the jazz 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Erasure,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
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.