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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.