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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Pole,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.