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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.