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 Ukraine 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.