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 Greece 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.