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 States and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the punk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.