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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.