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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley 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 dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.