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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.