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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.