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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.