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 Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Visage,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.