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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.