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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.