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 Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Wire,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.