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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp 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?
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Suicide,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.