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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
MDC,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.