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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.