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 Venezuela and from London.
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 Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.