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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.