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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.