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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.