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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Star Department to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Index,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.