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 Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 the Soft Cell to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.