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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.