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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.