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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Index,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.