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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.