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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Q65,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Technova,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.