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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
UT,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.