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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.