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 Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Roxette,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Lyres,
The Monks,
the Human League,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.