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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Rakim to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.