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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.