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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.