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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.