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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Gladiators to the dance 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
cv313,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.