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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.