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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.