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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.