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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.