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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Outsiders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.