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 Malawi and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
MC5,
Ituana,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.