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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.