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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.