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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 oboe 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.