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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.