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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Ronan,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.