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 Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 The Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Scion,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.