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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Television,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.