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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.