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 and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.