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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 synthesizer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.