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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.