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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.