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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.