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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.