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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.