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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 oboe 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 The Pop Group to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.