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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 clarinet 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.