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 Austria 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.