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 Monaco 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.