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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Audionom,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.