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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.