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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.