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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.