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 Palau and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Organ,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.