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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.