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 United States and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.