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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.