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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.