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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Franke,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.