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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.