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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Visage,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.