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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Music Machine to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.