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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.