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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
X-102,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.