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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.