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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.