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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.