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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.