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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.