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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Index,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.