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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.