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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.