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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.