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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.