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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.