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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Brass Construction to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.