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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Robert Hood 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.