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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.