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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
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.