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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters 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?
Skriet,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.