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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.