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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.