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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.