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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.