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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.