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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.