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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.