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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Q65,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.