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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.