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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.