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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.