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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.