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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.