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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.