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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.