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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Brick,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.