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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.