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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.