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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.