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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Wire,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.