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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the dance 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.