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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.