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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.