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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.