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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
The Cure,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.