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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.