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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.