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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.