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 Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.