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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.