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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Zapp,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.