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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.