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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.