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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.