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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.