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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Zapp,
AZ,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.