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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Nico,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.