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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.