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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.