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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Brick,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.