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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.