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 Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.