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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.