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 Albania 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Television,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.