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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.