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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.