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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.