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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.