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 Portugal and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.