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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.