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 Uzbekistan 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
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Erasure,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.