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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.