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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
MDC,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.