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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.