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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.