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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Buckinghams to the disco 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.