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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.