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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.