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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.