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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.