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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.