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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Tremeloes to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.