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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.