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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Television,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.