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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Five Americans to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.