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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
JFA,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.