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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
UT,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.