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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.