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 Cuba 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
10cc,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.