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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.