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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.