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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Mars,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.