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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
UT,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.