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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.