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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the grunge 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.