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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.