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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Josef K to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.